Heroin and Vodka
Author's note: Happy New Year guys! Sorry for the delay. But I was out of town with my parents for a week and I just got back. I was taking a vacation from all things fanfiction-related. But now, I'm ready to begin this new year anew. So Season 3 is coming to an end soon and Season 4 will kick off mid to end-January, just in time for the second half of Season 5, scheduled to air on 17th January. What are your thoughts and opinions regarding the second half of Season 5? Do you think Bonnie and Nate will get away with what they've done? Or do you think Nate will turn himself in? Let me know in your reviews.
Disclaimer: I do not own How To Get Away With Murder. Its plot and characters are the sole property of Pete Nowalk and Shonda Rhimes.
Chapter 26
Annalise had barely woken up when she learned of some troubling news from Bonnie. As it was, she had gone to sleep late at night, having stayed up trying to figure out a way to retrieve Connor and to get herself and the rest of the students out of this mess.
To put the final nail in the coffin, she had just learned some disturbing news regarding Isaac and the D.A's inquiry into Stella's case.
Flashback
Annalise was fast asleep, tired out from the day's happenings. During the course of her conversation with Sylvia Mahoney, she had learnt that Wes was not actually Walace's son. Rather he was the son of Charles Mahoney. This fact was not well-received by Annalise who already doubted Sylvia's intentions to begin with.
She felt someone shaking her shoulders, breaking her slumber.
"Annalise. Wake up."
Annalise grumbled, opening her eyes and turning her head to face the person. It was Bonnie.
"What is it, Bonnie?" Annalise asked.
Bonnie sighed.
"I've got some news. Its regarding Isaac." Bonnie replied.
Upon hearing Isaac's name, Annalise straightened herself.
"Good or bad?" she asked.
"Good…I think." Bonnie replied, raising her left hand and depositing a while folder on her lap. Annalise opened the folder and flipped through a few images of Isaac's daughter, Stella.
"There was bruising on her chest which shows that Isaac did CPR on her. That also explains the 15 minutes time lag before he called combined with her psych history, it seems pretty easy to convince Miller to close the investigation." Bonnie paused. "It just depends on whether Denver will let him."
Annalise was flipping through each image until her eyes fell on the toxicology reports. Her eyes zoned in on the results.
Her eyes widened.
"What is it?" Bonnie asked, noticing her silence.
Annalise looked up at her.
"The drug she took…" she replied, trailing off.
Bonnie glanced down at the report.
Tested positive for Oxycodone (Street name: K-Pex)
End Flashback
Annalise pulled up at Isaac's and strode up to the door before knocking on it. The door opened and Isaac appeared.
"Annalise?" he asked. "I wasn't expecting you at this time. What…is it?" he asked, observing the grim look on her face.
She sighed.
"Denver was telling the truth." she declared.
Isaac's eyes widened.
"About What?" he asked in shock.
"Did you give Stella those drugs?"
"Stella was living with us again." Isaac began. "She had…just dropped out of Ahmrest. I had gotten home to a home-cooked dinner. See if Stella wanted to see a movie."
Isaac paused, took a deep breath and continued on.
"There I saw it. On the floor. I thought I hid them well. But she must have known…something was up with me."
"You said you'd been sober for 23 years." Annalise replied.
Isaac looked up at her, his eyes shining with tears.
"I lied." he replied with a shrug. "She was still. Something within me already told me I was too 'd taken just about every pill in that bag. Was she trying to kill herself? I don't know. All I do know…is that she'd grown up her whole life hearing me talking about my struggle. How drugs almost killed me. To the point where my entire life was about…being sober!"
He paused. Annalise watched as tears rolled down his face.
"I knew the only thing worse than losing Stella was if Jacqueline were to find out—that it was my fault. So I did what I could. I grabbed the bag and its contents and flushed them down the toilet."
"So you wrote the text." Annalise concluded.
Isaac nodded.
"Her mother still thinks those were her last words." Isaac replied.
He got up from his seat. Annalise's gaze followed him. He walked over to the wall adjacent to the table. Without warning, he smashed his head against the wall with brute force.
Annalise's eyes widened in shock.
"Isaac!" she screamed, rushing to him and pulling him off the wall just as he was about to smash his head in again. This was proving difficult as the man shook her hands off repeatedly.
"Let me go. Let me go! Just…just let me die." he replied. It was difficult for Annalise to restrain the man.
"Isaac. You can't." Annalise tried, attempting to make the man see reason. "Hurting yourself won't bring Stella back. She's dead."
As soon as she mentioned Stella's name, Isaac went limp and almost collapsed. But Annalise managed to catch him and pulled him up.
As Annalise pulled the shaking man off the wall, her eyes widened as she spotted the blot of blood against it. Her eyes flickered to his forehead.
Isaac was bleeding. And badly. His forehead was bleeding profusely as the blood ran down his face onto his lips.
She gently deposited him on the couch and rushed upstairs to get the medical supplies. As she climbed the stairs, her eyes kept drifting to him, making sure he wouldn't attempt to repeat his actions. Annalise quickly grabbed the medical kit which was in his room and rushed downstairs. She walked up to him and deposited the kit on the coffee tab le adjacent to the couch. She flipped it open and took a swab of cotton and applied some Purell against it.
She reached up and gently applied it to the wound. Isaac winced in pain.
She silently grabbed another swab and began to wipe the blood off his face. His entire face was a bloody mess. As Annalise gently brushed the blood away, she watched Isaac.
The man was crying silently. The tears streaming down his face mixed with the blood, making it all the more harder for Annalise to wipe all the blood off. Had he not been in such pain, the entire situation would have been morbidly humorous.
As she finally succeeded in brushing the blood of his face, she took some gauze and a pair of scissors and cut off a strip. She gently pressed it against his forehead and began to wrap it around his head. As she finished, she got up and put the kit away.
"Well, I would have made a damn good doctor." Annalise replied with a soft smile, as she admired her handiwork.
Isaac couldn't help but chuckle at that comment. His chuckle soon evolved into full blown laughter.
Annalise frowned at the sudden change in demeanor. The man had been sobbing in pain at the loss of his daughter and had just attempted to kill himself. And now all of a sudden, he was laughing as if nothing had happened.
"Isaac… are you high?" Annalise asked abruptly.
The laughter died away immediately, leaving behind a smirk on his face.
"How did you guess?" he asked.
Annalise felt a flash of anger and irritation at the man. No wonder he had acted out. He had been using.
"You're a liar." Annalise replied aggravated.
"H-Hey. I'm broken." he replied with a chuckle.
"We're all broken." Annalise shot back.
"This situation is just bringing everything about Stella back." Isaac replied.
"Stop making excuses. Own your mistake!" Annalise replied, her voice rising.
"There's so much I've been meaning to tell you…" Isaac began, trailing off.
"I'm not the one you should be talking to. Tell Jacqueline."
Isaac casually waved her off.
"Isaac. We're no good for each other."
"Of course we're no good for each other!" Isaac shouted, jumping up from the couch, anger in his eyes.
Startled, Annalise stepped back.
Isaac began to chuckle gain. But this time it wasn't the pleasant chuckle that Annalise had grown so fond of. There was something…deranged about it.
Isaac stopped chuckling, his eyes meeting Annalise's.
"You really think I would be in this position if it weren't for you?" he asked.
Annalise's eyes widened.
"What?" Annalise asked in shock. "You're blaming me?"
"I blame myself for blurring the lines here. I blame myself for not telling you 'no' because that's what you need in your life. Someone to stand up to you and say 'Hey. Enough!'"
"Tell no?! Listen. I've lost my freedom. I've lost my husband. I've lost my baby. Everybody's told me 'no'. God has told me 'no'. I came to you because I wanted to get better!" Annalise replied.
"See? Here you are again, yelling at me like you're some victim." He looked straight into her eyes. "That's your narcissism talking. I diagnosed that after our first session. I can show you the notes. And somehow I doubted my own instincts. I saw all those warning signs and I knew better. And her I am now. I'm just sucked into your life!"
Annalise was silent as Isaac continued.
"Look at me. You want to know how long its been since I've gotten this low? Because I haven't felt this bad since Stella died. And here I am. I'm worse off than I was when I was a heroin addict! But this time its worse. This time I've actually got something to lose here. And I don't care about any of it."
He raised a finger and pointed it in Annalise's direction.
"And that's because of you." Isaac replied.
Something within Annalise snapped just then. This had gone on for far too long.
"I didn't ruin you!" Annalise shot back. "You were that way before we met. Probably your whole life. And if there's anything you've taught me, is that I can never make anyone who they don't want to be! So, you go ahead. You do your drugs or whatever!" She reached out and pulled her bag to herself, unzipping it. "But this is the last time I'm going to help you!"
"Help?" Isaac scoffed. "You've only hurt me!"
"Ok. You know what?" Annalise replied rhetorically. "Alright. We're going to keep it up." she pulled out her cell phone.
"What are you doing?" Isaac asked, spotting the phone in her hands. "Put down that phone." He replied, warningly. But it was already too late. Annalise had already dialed a number.
"Jacqueline this is me. Annalise—"
"I said put down that phone!" Isaac shouted, lunging towards her. Annalise narrowly dodged out of his way.
"Alright. I'm with Isaac and he's relapsed and he needs you." She was about to cut the call when all the hurtful things Isaac had told her just then, rushed back to her mind. "Ask him about Stella." She added, vindictively, before cutting the call.
She glanced up at Isaac.
"You need help." she shot at him.
"So do you." Isaac shot back gravely.
"Not from you!"Annalise replied, striding out of the door and slamming it shut behind her.
Author's note: Ok. I know I promised you guys a longer chapter aaaaaaand here go. This is my second longest chapter at 3120 words. Hope it was nice and up to tour expectations. Now that the major quarrel has happened, things are going to mellow down between the two. They are going to pick up in Season 4. So. One more chapter left to go for Season 3. How was it? Read and review.